Waking up the daisies Little yellow Sunbeam, In the little chamber As she took a peep, There she saw the Lovely One Lying fast asleep. Little yellow Sunbeam Gathered up their dusky skirts, Little yellow Sunbeam, Merrily went dancing Round the baby's head. Suddenly there flashed out, To her great surprise, Other little sunbeams From the baby's eyes. Little yellow Sunbeam Said, "How can this be? Whence these little sparklers Scarce I think they can be Little yellow Sunbeam Flew back to the sky, Run and hide your head! There's a brighter sun than you In the baby's bed." -In My Nursery - Laura E. Richards. THE FOUR SUNBEAMS. OUR little sunbeams came earthward one day, FOUR Shining and dancing along on their way, Resolved that their course should be blest. 66 "Let us try," they all whispered, some kindness to do, Not seek our own pleasuring all the day through, Then meet in the eve at the west." One sunbeam ran in at a low cottage door, And played "hide-and-seek" with a child on the floor, Till baby laughed loud in his glee, And chased with delight his strange playmate so bright, The little hands grasping in vain for the light That ever before them would flee. One crept to the couch where an invalid lay, Its bird-song and beauty and bloom; And in fancy he roamed through the scenes he loved best, Far away from the dim, darkened room. One stole to the heart of a flower that was sad, For love brings content to the lowliest lot, And one, where a little blind girl sat alone And kissed the poor eyes that had never known sight, Till angels had lifted the veil. At last, when the shadows of evening were falling, All said, "We have found that in seeking the pleasure Then softly they sank to their rest. — M. K. B. LITTLE NANNIE. AWN-FOOTED Nannie, FAWN-FO "Chasing the sunbeams Into the glen; Plunging through silver lakes After the moon ; Tracking o'er meadows The footsteps of June." Sunny-eyed Nannie, What did you see? "Saw the fays sewing Green leaves on a tree; Saw the waves counting The eyes of the stars: Saw cloud-lambs sleeping By sunset's red bars." Listening Nannie, What did you hear? "Heard the rain asking A rose to appear; Heard the woods tell When the wind whistled wrong; Heard the stream flow Where the bird drinks his song." Nannie, dear Nannie, Oh, take me with you, To run and to listen, And see as you do! Nay, nay! you must borrow Or the beauty will vanish, The music will die." · Lucy Larcom. A SUMMER DAY. HIS is the way the morning dawns: THIS Rosy tints on flowers and trees, Winds that wake the birds and bees, Dew-drops on the flowers and lawns This is the way the morning dawns. This is the way the sun comes up: Vine and rose and buttercup – This is the way the sun comes up. This is the way the rain comes down : Over roof and chimney-top; Boughs that bend, and clouds that frown -- This is the way the rain comes down. This is the way the river flows: Here a whirl, and there a dance, Slowly now, then, like a lance, Swiftly to the sea it goes- |